Unveiled Desires An MC Romance Novel – My husband of 8 years was screwing my cousin from behind. As I approached the classroom door, the moans were louder, distinguishable. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.” “You’re so tight.” “She sucks like a Hoover,” the other man said. I couldn’t see him from my spot, but I knew that voice. Brandon, my sister’s fiancé. They were supposed to get married in two hours. My husband and my soon to be brother-in-law were spit roasting my cousin. In the church. My thoughts then raced to my own situation. What was I going to do? In a stroke of genius, I grabbed my phone and started to record as much as I could.
My cousin was getting railed. A loud moan echoed down the hallway. I was dumbfounded. This was a church for God’s Sake. A House of Worship. You thought you knew some people, and this just solidified that I didn’t knowshit. I quietly crept down the hall. My brain rapid firing questions that I wasn’t sure I wanted answered. I told myself over and over again that I am an adult. I can handle whatever is behind that door. In the next breath, I clutched my pearls around my neck. My heart pounded, as I tried not to click my heels on the linoleum floor. Time seemed to stand still, but in reality, it was only a few minutes. I would have never known the difference.
As I approached the classroom door, the moans were louder, distinguishable. It was my cousin, Clara, and two men. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.” “You’re so tight.” “Doesn’t she suckdick like a high-classwhore?” I rolled my eyes. Did men really think we find that kind of behaviorsexy? No. I plastered myself against the wall and tried to peak around the cracked door. This was the last place that I needed to be. I’d die of embarrassment if anyone caught me. Clara wouldn’t have that problem. She’d always pushed the boundaries, whereas I had always played by the rules. “You look so good sucking hisdick.” The voice was familiar, but I couldn’t place it in my distress. Ugh, it’s a good thing that my husband had never said that to me.
I was a lady. I squatted against the wall in my matron of honor’s dress. Here goes nothing, I thought to myself. I pivoted on one my heels so that I could get a better look. That was a mistake. A huge mistake. I quickly stuck my fist in my mouth and willed my stomach not to upchuck breakfast. My husband of 8 years was fuckingmy cousin from behind. “He’s getting married today to a shriveledcunt. You better get him off,” he told her. “She sucks like a Hoover,” the other man said. I couldn’t see him from my spot, but I knew that voice. Brandon, my sister’s fiancé. They were supposed to get married in two hours. My husband and my soon to be brother-in-law were spit roasting my cousin. In the church. I quickly spun back to lean against the wall, panicking.
Do I tell her? Do I not tell her? My thoughts then raced to my own situation. What was I going to do? In a stroke of genius, I grabbed my phone and started to record as much as I could. If I leaned a little bit further, I’d be able to see the whole thing. The only thought running through my mind was that I needed proof. It wasn’t uncommon in our social circle for a marriage to fall apart due to cheating. There’s too many secrets floating around when everyone has money and nothing better to be doing. I just didn’t think it would ever happen to me. This was just too new and too raw to process. I’d deal with it later. In some depraved space, I was a bit jealous. My husband always madelove to me. Slow, sweet love, and what I was watching was an animalistic sacrifice.
I had never asked for anything different, but in this moment, I was curious what it would feel like to be at the mercy of two men. No! I needed to focus on the fact that this wasn’t porn. This was real life, and my husband was cheating on me. He power-thrusted into herpussy, shoving her whole body forward. It caused her to choke on Brandon’sdick. He’d be lucky if I didn’t cut thatdick off. I watched true crime shows. I could make it happen. They were so loud, I was curious why no one else had found them yet. The moans. The groans. The flesh smacking against flesh. The wet sucking sounds. All of it spilled into the hallway, as I recorded them. I was transfixed on his face though. After eight years of marriage, I was pretty intimate with his o face.
He would smirk in the beginning. A secretive smile like he was the master, you were the puppet, and he knew exactly which strings to pull. When he knew he had you, it would widen into an actual smile. I always thought that this was the moment where we silently professed our love again. Eventually, those lips would form the perfect 0-shape. If I wasn’t close, I would have to get there before he came. Once he did, it’d be over. His lips were forming the 0. I had to get out of here. What was I going to tell my sister? Would she even believe me? We’re cordial but not close. My mother had been out running errands on a routine Thursday when a drunk driver blew through a red light. Mom happened to be in the intersection, turning at the time. She died on impact.
As a 10-year-old kid, I missed my mom and didn’t understand why she was gone. As a 30-year-old adult, I found solace that she hadn’t been in pain. My sister was 5 at the time, and we didn’t develop that closeness that people talk about when you experience a trauma. Losing my mother was severely traumatic. I just wanted to be left alone, and Meredith needed a mom. My Aunt Elizabeth stepped in to help my dad as much as she could, but it wasn’t the same. She never tried to be my mom, which I was grateful for. However, she was the mother figure we turned to for support. As I approached the bridal suites, I could see my aunt pacing outside. “Oh honey, I am so glad you’re here,” she told me as she grabbed my upper arms for a hug. “What’s going on?” I asked her. “I am not really sure,” she answered. “I walked in with a few snacks for you girls, and allhell has broken loose.” I gasped. “Auntie! We’re in church.” “We might not be much longer. Clara’s missing.
You were nowhere to be found, and your sister’s sobbing.” I didn’t have the heart to tell my aunt that Clara was indisposed. It’s hard work being spit-roasted. I wouldn’t know though. I tried to discreetly shake my head and clear the images away of what I had just watched. It was my secret for right now. Aunt Elizabeth held the door open for me. I took a deep breathe, steeled my nerves, and prepared for the battle that lay ahead. My aunt wasn’t wrong. Meredith was sitting at the table in her wedding dress, sobbing her eyes out. I walked over and sat across from her. She’d talk to me when she was ready, but I didn’t want to rush her. Could I get so lucky that she would want to call off the wedding? The other thought that ran through my head was, how much did she know? “Grace, I can’t do this,” she wailed. “I can’t marry him.” “What’s going on?” I asked her with a bad sense of deja vu. “I don’t know. I just can’t do this.” “Are you nervous?” I asked her. “You know it’s common to have some jitters right before your wedding.” She stopped sobbing immediately. “It’s not like that. I am about to be sick. I can’t do this.” “Are you sure?” I asked again. “I was nervous when I got married, but it all worked out.” I was going tohell for that lie.
My husband was an adulterer. If I really stopped to think about it, I wasn’t surprised. “No, I shouldn’t feel like this. I should be happy. I am not happy, Grace.” Her forehead puckered into a frown. I stared deep into my sister’s eyes. In that moment, I knew she wasn’t going to go through with the ceremony. She was right. She should have been happy, and the fear projecting from her eyes was anything but. I was off the hook. “Alright, get your stuff, and let’s go. I’ll tell Dad what’s happening.” This felt right. Meredith might not have known what a douche canoe Brandon was, but she wouldn’t be stuck with him either. From my own experience, it was much easier to get in, then to get out. “Don’t worry about your dad,” Aunt Elizabeth chimed in. “I’ll tell him what’s going on, and we’ll handle it. Just go and keep me posted.” I looked at Meredith.
She looked at me, and we both launched ourselves at Aunt Elizabeth. She threw both of her arms around us. “It’ll all work out,” she re-iterated. “Just go.” Meredith grabbed her purse and looked over at her best friends. I had forgotten they were still in the room. “Where are we going?” “Let’s just drive,” her one friend said. “It’s an adventure,” the other friend responded. She looked at me. “Come with us.” I knew there was going to be hellto pay for just disappearing on my husband. I didn’t care. Later on, I’d wonder if he even knew I was gone. In this moment, no one had mentioned telling him that I was leaving. This question would plague me. I grabbed my keys. “Let’s go.”